Initially, Ning Wanwan did not intend to go, but after reflecting, she realized that since her rebirth, she had only attended a polo match for the fire spirit herb. Now that her status had changed from county princess to wife of the King of Yi, she needed to socialize for her household’s reputation.
So, she agreed.
On the first day of the sixth month, the area around the Golden Bright Pool buzzed with activity, with the Rainbow Immortal Bridge separating the visitors.
To the left of the main gate, groups of ten imperial guards formed a passage leading to the Peony Terrace.
Ning Wanwan and her maid entered through the left side gate with their invitation.
After walking a few steps, her arm was suddenly pulled by someone behind her. Turning back, she saw it was Zheng Jiayuan.
“Jiayuan?”
Zheng Jiayuan looked at Ning Wanwan with surprise. “Wanwan, it’s really you. Why are you here?”
“Shaoyin invited me.”
Zheng Jiayuan looked around mysteriously and leaned close to Ning Wanwan, whispering, “I thought you wouldn’t come. You should leave quickly. Shaoyin invited you just to humiliate you…”
Suddenly, Shaoyin appeared, laughing and interrupting, “Yunxiang, you finally came. I thought I couldn’t persuade you.”
Zheng Jiayuan’s expression changed, and she quickly shut her mouth. Ning Wanwan glanced at her, who secretly gave a ‘do not enter’ eye signal.
Shaoyin then hooked her arm with Ning Wanwan’s, blocking her view, and said enthusiastically, “The peonies on the terrace are so beautiful today. Let’s go appreciate the flowers.”
Ning Wanwan sensed something unusual but could no longer retreat. She decided to take it step by step and see what trick Shaoyin was planning.
As she turned, Shaoyin glared at Zheng Jiayuan and then cheerfully led Ning Wanwan inside.
The Peony Terrace was on a small island in the Golden Bright Pool, connected by a nineteen-arch bridge adorned with colorful peony pots. Many noble ladies and young gentlemen were chatting in small groups on the bridge.
Ning Wanwan was surprised to see not only noble ladies but also young gentlemen from Biandu’s noble families present.
Shaoyin hooked arms with Ning Wanwan, holding her head high like a proud peacock, drawing attention as they walked onto the bridge.
Soon, discussions about Ning Wanwan emerged.
“Isn’t this Yunxiang County Princess?”
